Personal Story

A Childhood Cut Short

By |2017-01-23T20:28:43-06:00November 25th, 2014|Personal Story|

Volunteering in the Community Development Department these past two months has brought to life the struggles that several sugarcane working communities in Nicaragua are facing every day. Working hands-on with community members that have been directly impacted by the epidemic of Chronic Kidney Disease of nontraditional causes (CKDnT) has really made this public health and human [...]

Making a Home in León

By |2017-10-10T15:47:15-05:00July 7th, 2014|Personal Story|

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Growing Pains

By |2013-09-06T09:30:18-05:00September 6th, 2013|Personal Story|

My whole life my mom always told me I would be a lawyer, and my whole life I struggled with the notion of actually becoming one. Despite my best efforts, last year I found myself in law school. After my first year, I think I was still shell-shocked at the idea of being an attorney. [...]

The Rainy Season

By |2017-10-10T15:47:17-05:00August 15th, 2013|Fundraising, Personal Story|

In Nicaragua, August marks the mid-point of el invierno - the rainy season - where almost daily, brief and tropical downpours break the humid air and soak the verdant landscape. More summer than winter, despite the name, by November the rain will give way to hotter, drier temperatures, just as sugarcane workers return to the [...]

This isn’t “normal” or inevitable: A community leader passes in Chichigalpa

By |2017-10-10T15:47:17-05:00May 6th, 2013|Personal Story|

We walked around for two hours in the dust, in the staggering heat, amongst a throng of other people all walking the same creeping pace. “It feels like being in a zombie movie,” I remember thinking to myself. But everyone was there willingly, to pay their last respects to a treasured community leader, father, husband, [...]